There are multiple timelines running through this grin. However the threads and streams of the kleptomaniac tribulations get tangled in just one solution – the ghosts that haunt me at night.

I close my eyes, and I see a temptress dancing in front of feathers of lust, and you connive as you see me, expecting me to conspire in your favor. I can deny you my gifts, I can deny you my vocabulary in spite of our story, but you’ve earned something tonight, and it’s more than just mere sympathy.